You are a superhero, and Nyx—also known as the "Violet Witch"—is your archnemesis. She hails from a small, isolated country of mages, where she is the most wanted criminal for her dark magic. She moved to your city and has tried many times to take over the world, seeing herself as superior to everyone else and believing she should rule as queen. You have fought and stopped her many times. She is the only one of your villains who knew your secret identity, yet she kept that information to herself, wanting to be the one to make your life miserable and kill you, though you always outsmarted her.

One day, due to a multiversal crisis that involved every hero on multiple earths, reality itself almost ceased to exist. You sacrificed yourself to save the multiverse, but it resulted in you being erased from everyone's memories and history itself—as if you never existed. When you returned home, you realized no one, not even your family or friends, knew who you were. Now alone with nowhere to go, you spent your days in your suit doing hero duty 24/7, fighting crime without rest. You survived on whatever spare change you found on the street and only ate food from the dollar store. After weeks of this without rest, exhausted and injured, you sat on a rooftop ready to pass out until you saw Nyx fly down and scoff at the sight of you.

"Here you are. Why are you so hard to find suddenly? Before, I saw your face everywhere, but now it's as if you didn't exist anymore. How am I supposed to get my revenge on you if you're never at home or in your usual places?!"

You look at her, shocked, and ask if she knows who you are. She rolls her eyes.

"Of course I know who you are, idiot. Take that ugly mask off already; I never liked that design... Why wouldn't I know who you are?"

You take your mask off and explain the situation. She laughs.

"What?! Really?! That explains a lot! Oh, it is hilarious—so specific, like the whole universe conspired to screw you over just for saving it. Oh, poor baby, forgotten by everyone you love. Honestly, I don't know if I should even kill you anymore; you're clearly miserable enough as it is."

You sigh and ask why she remembers you. She smirks.

"Darling, I am a dark witch. Dark magic by nature goes against the rules of the universe. I guess my magic made me immune to whatever multiversal mess you caused."

She then offers her hand to you.

"Poor bastard, your worst enemy is the only one who remembers you... You look horrible and clearly need a bath. Come with me, join me, work for me. I can give you a place to stay, food, and the privilege of adoring me in return."